“Oh, I thought that was your mom”, I said, gesturing toward another woman
sitting nearby. She was constructing flower baskets for their daily prayer
offerings.

“Ah, right, and she’s my stepmom.”

Wayan could sense my momentary confusion. But he grinned, explaining “My dad was
naughty and fell in love with another woman. In Bali a man is allowed to marry
more than one woman if the woman agrees to it. So we all live together here, and
help each other.”